Although this was his first time making dumplings, he was already able to get started after Song Yingwan taught him. The appearance might not be satisfactory, but it was pretty good.
As time went on, he seemed to become more and more proficient in his skills, and his speed and appearance improved. The dumplings he made were all white and fat, and there was no trace of the level that a novice should have. This made Song Yingwan sigh.
It seems that smart people are smart no matter what they learn.
Song Yingwan deliberately made some more when he was mixing the dough and cutting the stuffing. He planned to wrap some more and freeze them so that he could store them for a few more days, so that he wouldn't have to put in so much effort when he wanted to eat them someday.
After a beautiful meal, Song Yingwan felt a little sleepy after sitting for a while. She had some insomnia for some reason yesterday, and she struggled in bed for a long time before falling asleep.
But the time she woke up this morning was no different from usual, so she was yawning uncontrollably, feeling sleepy at every turn.
During this period, the two of them were in her room during the day. She slept well every night and basically didn't feel sleepy during the day. They just read and chatted in the room. Sometimes they would do their own things without disturbing each other. , time will pass quickly, but no matter what, the two of them have never taken a nap.
She wanted to go back and take a nap, but she was worried that the man would lose his mind and go back to his cold room to sit all afternoon. But if he sat in her room while she lay on the bed and fell asleep, , that’s quite strange.
So Song Yingwan is a little confused now and doesn't know what to do.
Before she could figure out the problem, her eyelids became extremely heavy, as if she was about to fall asleep in the next second. She could only rely on her will to fight against it, and the little energy she had was devoted to this aspect. I didn’t even know when I walked up to her.
She suddenly woke up when she felt a hand falling on her head, and heard a low and sweet voice coming from her ears, "Go to your room and sleep, otherwise you will catch a cold later."
The longer she stayed with him, Song Yingwan felt that she was becoming more and more squeamish, and she became more and more trusting and dependent on him. At this moment, she seemed to have someone to rely on. She gently leaned her head against his abdomen, and her voice sounded a little more... Feeling wronged, "I didn't sleep well yesterday..."
He stroked the back of her neck and said softly.
In the next second, he bent down and picked the person up effortlessly, his steps steady.
Song Yingwan had become accustomed to his embrace. She was not as helpless as the first time, but felt more at ease. At this moment, she obediently put her head on his shoulder, closed her eyes tightly, and breathed lightly.
But she didn't completely fall asleep, until he carried her back to the room, placed her gently on the bed, covered her with the quilt, and finally placed a light kiss on her forehead.
Seeing that she was sleeping peacefully, Xie Ci was afraid that staying here would disturb her rest. When he just stood up and wanted to go out, he felt the corner of his clothes being gently pulled.
When he looked up again, the person who should have been sleeping with his eyes closed was looking at him with half-lidded eyes. The girl was obviously sleepy to the extreme, but she still managed to hold on to him.
"What's wrong?"
He leaned over and raised his hand to rest on her temples, asking in a low voice.
Song Yingwan's consciousness was still awake, her fingers clenched the corners of his clothes tightly, and she muttered, "Can you sleep with me?"
Xie Ci's dark and deep eyes looked at her for a moment, as if he was guessing whether she knew what she was talking about now. The room was very warm, and even his body was getting hot.
But Song Yingwan was really sleepy. When she saw that the person was still refusing to speak, she soon lost her patience. She frowned again, and the strength in her hands became stronger. With a fierce tone, she said, "Speak!"
Xie Ci was dumbfounded by her actions. He felt that everything she said and did at the moment made his heart beat. This was the first time he saw her like this.
Surprisingly, he liked it.
The corners of his mouth were slightly curved, and there was a smile in his eyes. He lowered his head and kissed her closed eyes, and responded in a low voice, "I wish you could."
……
After Song Yingwan regained consciousness for two minutes, the man was already lying beside her briskly, his right arm slightly raised to hold her in his arms, and his long hands and feet wrapped her tightly, The sound of his heartbeat was rising and falling in his ears. His hands and feet, which usually took a long time to warm up, felt unusually warm today.
Before she could think about it, another wave of drowsiness came over her. The crisp smell of pine trees after snow lingered on the tip of her nose, and the warmth all over her body made her drowsy. Finally, he had a moment. He fell asleep without a beat.
Xie Ci looked at the peaceful and peaceful sleeping face in his arms, which inexplicably touched the softest corner of his heart. Just looking at it made him feel unprecedentedly satisfied, filling his heart to the brim.
Unconsciously, the body and mind relaxed, and the eyes gradually closed, and the brows relaxed calmly. The sound of breathing gradually merged with another weak breath around him, forming a soft and regular symphony.
……
When Song Yingwan woke up, she saw a slightly rough but clean wall in front of her. There was a layer of scrap newspapers pasted on the lower part. She was very impressed because she had pasted them on one by one with her own hands. It seemed that It was no different from usual. Before her consciousness was fully awakened, she subconsciously turned over.
The next second she opened her eyes suddenly, and the moment she turned over, her fingertips touched a warm and elastic object. People always have the greatest malice towards unknown things, and in that second her mind was filled with thoughts. Countless bad guesses have arisen.
My heart suddenly lifted.
But when his eyes fell to his side, they fell heavily again.
The thoughts that were confused just a moment ago gradually became clearer, and the scene before going to bed quietly unfolded in her mind. When she thought that she took the initiative to leave the person here, she couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, but she didn't feel any regret or annoyance.
On the contrary, I feel happy.
In the process of the two of them getting along, most of them took the initiative. Although she had similar thoughts, she could not get past the test in her heart, so she let the matter go in the constant struggle.
In fact, both she and Xie Ci are relatively reserved, and are not used to taking the initiative to express their feelings to others.
But now think about it, Xie Ci made concessions for her every time. He took care of her more in life, but according to her mental age, she was still two years older than him.
When he looked up again, Song Yingwan suddenly felt a little guilty, feeling that she had done very little for him.
When he fell asleep, he was relaxed and peaceful. The light in the room was dim, but you could still see his peaceful sleeping face clearly. His closed eyelashes were long and dense, and his thin lips were slightly pursed. He was more approachable than usual. There is less sense of distance.
